Jordan Year

I cannot talk

Been on
Yea they really wonder what I been on
Her words cut deep like venom
She said she want me dead though
Fucked up, mellow

My eyes been mad low
Probably cause I took some pills, I'm mad low
She said she want me dead though
Yeah she trippin, ain't talking no redd

Out in Rio they got choppas like drummers
Came from a family of fighters, not runners
We really bout it, ain't nobody fronting
If you got a problem stop talking that nothing

Ran up
Yea they really wonder what I been on
I just move round' like a phantom, ghost
It's my anthem, whoa

I just dead em'
Whoa (whoa)
Blood on my denim
I just really dead them
I know that I'm dead wrong
I cannot stand them (whoa, dead 'em)
Blood on my denim
I just move round' like a phantom
Yea they really wonder what I been on

And I cannot talk
Last week sippin' that wok
I got my liver all tied up in knots
Told her I'm sober I already stopped
These pills in my pocket, they say that I'm not
On my Jordan Year, man I ain't fuck with no thots
At 22, man I lost everything that I got
23, I'm going straight to the top, bitch
Gotta stop with the bullshit, I do it a lot

Me and the money don't split like atom
And if it does? Fuck it I'll blow up
Fuck it I'll po' up
Po' up, taking these drugs up
Really really wish I would slow up
Too close bitch like back up
If she right, fuck it I'll po' up
If she right, fuck it I'll po' up

Shut the fuck up
Blow up
Me and the money don't split like po' up

And you way too close like back up
By myself, I don't need no backup (Fucked up)
Too close bitch like back up
I'm fucked up and I'm outta my luck, yuh
Stand up, she ain't right (Goddamn)
Now I ain't trippin on shit, goddamn

And I cannot talk
Last week sippin' that wok
I got my liver all tied up in knots
Told her I'm sober I already stopped
These pills in my pocket, they say that I'm not
On my Jordan Year, man I ain't fuck with no thots
At 22, man I lost everything that I got
23, I'm going straight to the top, bitch
Gotta stop with the bullshit, I do it a lot
Yuh